"Oh, indeed!"
Mrs. Paxton blushed and hesitated, then recovering herself, she said:
"I was just telling these ladies of my friendly feeling for you."
"Oh, indeed!" Mrs. Fenton repeated, as she sank into a large rocker, and looked off across the valley to the distant mountains.
After a few moments she seemed to have lost interest in the view, and, taking up a small embroidery frame, commenced to ply her needle as if she were eager to finish the pretty doily.
Two little figures came slowly up the path to the piazza. They were returning from the christening of the little boat.
"What is wrong, Jack? You don't look very happy," said Mrs. Tiverton.
"He wanted me to christen his boat, but he wouldn't give it my name!" said Floretta, before Jack could reply.
"She thought just because she hemmed the sails I'd name it the Floretta, but I wouldn't, so I shoved it into the water myself, and shouted Carlotta. That's the name of a girl that goes to my school, and I like her."
"You say Floretta hemmed your sails," said Mrs. Tiverton.